"These accursed spirits have the upper hand here, if they choose to attack us, which they undoubtably will, they will choose when and where. They will come through the walls by suprise, we must stay as a group...." Ehldannis ends with a nervous squeak.
Looking at his companions and seeing the usual recklessness of the humans abated sends his fear spiralling deeper. Seeking the solace of magic the Elf quickly casts another abjuration, summoning a glowing barrier of light in front of him. [casts Shield] He seems to stand a little straighter and a spark of confidence gleams in his eyes. He rumages in the pouches at his waist and produces a large pearl, looking at it wistfully. His shoulders slump once more as he squeezes between his companions to the front of the party and dispiritedly whispers, "Let us move on then. I'd best go first, my magic stands the best chance of destroying them."